Ode To A Tumor

i'm sure that everyone out there has been done wrong by someone they fell head over heels for and found themselves, after the nuclear fallout style break-up, listening to every CD they own and thinking about that person.

don't deny it, you've done, AT LEAST once. join the fucking club.

in recent days i have been going through the countless CD's i own (and to say there are many is a vast understatement) and i have come to a conclusion:

the ones i thought were so dead on with their connection to my heart-ache were, in fact, way the fuck off. see, i'm the kind of person who holds a grudge like a dead pirate still holds its saber: beyond the grave! so i took the time to re-visit these "jems" of musical connectivity and it hit me, the one that REALLY does it, REALLY explains a lot, REALLY REALLY hits home is a CD by a newer band that i've had the pleasure of listening to.

see, i fell in love with the music of a little band called Chiodos, named aptly for the Chiodos Brothers, who were the film makers behind, what is still a cult classic, Killer Klowns From Outer Space (it's not about the fake thug white guys who act like rappers, sorry you dope-head fucktards). well, in September 2009 (8 years of rocking the fuck out of people) they sent their singer (Craig Owens) packing due to "untold reasons". howeveer, about a year later, Craig started his newest band Destroy Rebuild Until God Shows (D.R.U.G.S.) and their self titled CD hit at the end of February this year.

THIS CD IS THE SOUNDTRACK TO A BREAK-UP LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!

imagine yourself back in the days after heartbreak, you're angry and devastated and out for fucking blood. this CD has that essence written inside and out. i'm not saying its the best CD ever, come on, MASTODON has that covered (at least, in my opinion, in the metal field). i picked it up and gave it a heavy listen and found those raw & bloody days churning in my guts, those emotions of dire hatred were like a phoenix soaring into the night sky and raining down liquid death! give the tracks "Sex Life", "The Only Thing You Talk About" and "If You Think This Song Is About You, It Probably Is" a try as soon as you can.

what i'm getting to is a couple things:

#1. bayside, dashboard confessional & story of the year...etc., are not great break-up CD's, sorry about it.
#2. feeling pitiful only works in the movies, so get angry and thrash around after you get kicked to the curb.
#3. dealing with sorrow doesn't always require more sorrow: sometimes it's Jack & Coke with some metal.

i know being stabbed in the back sucks. i know heartbreak is a bitch. i know bitches stab you in the back. so i say "bring the pain, bring the lies, bring every ounce of spiteful bllshit you can drag from the depths of the obsidian lake you refer to as your heart."

i will be waiting like a freak volcanic erruption, with the kind of devastating horror you only wish you could dream about to make the nightmare of me go away.

so please, give the CD a go, if it DOESN'T give you those feelings, forget you even heard it in the first place.

if you DO get those spiteful feelings rushing back into you: good, your journey has just begun.